Being immersed as we have been in things of Darwin, it seems remiss to leave this last Top End Saturday Smiles without devoting it to the crocodiles. The image on the left is from a souvenir T shirt we bought.
Monday we start the long trek back towards Adelaide and winter weather. Nights there have been 2 – 3 dec C whilst we have been sweltering in the balmy tropics of winter that is Darwin.
(click the above link for full story – worth a read)
Todd Bairstow went where no sane person ever wants to be — in the reeking maw of a saltwater crocodile that had him by the legs and wouldn’t let go.
The reptile was more than 3m long, not especially big for a full-grown saltie. But that was of limited comfort to Bairstow as he fought to hold it off, his strength ebbing. That he lived to tell the story was more luck than anything else.
“I shouldn’t be here, mate,” he says, pointing with a mutilated hand to his scarred lower legs. “When I finally had to let go of the mangrove and the bastard pulled me into the water, I thought, ‘That’s it … I’m crocodile shit.’ ”……
As for the crocodile that went after Bairstow, it was trapped the day after the attack on March 9, 2011, and transported to a commercial farm near Cairns. Bairstow insists he holds no grudges: “I visited the bastard and threw it a chicken.”
If you’re in crocodile country – BE CAREFUL!